CEO, Hold On A Moment

"Er..." Qiao Mu is one Zheng, flurried to wave a hand, "I am not this meaning!"

She didn't want to pry about it.

She doesn't want to do anything to the people here by means of despicable means.

She just wants to get out of here!

And then there's no connection

Zhuomalang smiles.

"I'm kidding." She said in a relaxed tone, then sipped her lips and looked a little more serious. "I only know that I almost shed all my blood in those years Later, I became like this. "

Zhuoma held out her hand.

She quietly raised her sleeve and showed the bark like wrinkles on her hands: "it's ugly, but at least I'm human. I will grow old and die later. I like this life very much There is a beginning and an end. "

Zhuoma sighed.

As she said this, she looked up at the gradually bright stars, her neck raised high. Even though her face is old and her skin is flabby, she is undoubtedly the most confident now.

Jomo was a little dazed and admired.

She has never seen such a person: willing to give up the deathless life, choose to return to the ordinary, live a life of beginning and end! Zhuoma's thought is worthy of respect.

Jomo watched it for a long time.

The light of the fire was printed on Zhuoma's face, leaving a flickering orange. I don't know if it's her illusion? She felt that Zhuoma seemed to be a little older after all this

Is it psychological?

After all, there is no such thing as "phanerolith" here

Jomo thought silently.

"I admire you." After a long time, Qiao Mu said quietly and solemnly, "now you look..." She weighed her words, searching her brain for adjectives between "Pathetique" and "shock.".

But before he thought of it, Zhuoma turned her head.

She looked at her like this, and then she laughed in silence Is it very compassionate? "

"Er..." Qiao Mu was stunned.

"Not really." Zhuoma shook his head firmly. "The most painful days have passed. I later found out that the most difficult thing is to wait forever Every day in fear, every day in despair

When she said that, she looked at the waste stream again.

She seemed to have a thousand words, but after staring at Jomo for a long time, she finally gave the simplest expression -

" He waited longer than I did

Jomo frowned.

She turned her head and looked in the direction of Huangliu. At the moment, Huangliu was facing them with his back and sitting beside the big stone. He raised his hand and pressed it all the time It's like praying, it's like remembering in silence.

"Jomo, I've been waiting for 50 years."

This sentence suddenly came back to my mind.

I said it before.

"Alas..." Qiao Mu pursed her lips, and suddenly felt a little pitiful, "maybe..." Like Zhuoma, he had been waiting too long, so his memory was fuzzy. Did he recognize the wrong person?

Waiting becomes a meaningless obsession

Is it worth it?

"Well, I'm done with my story." Zhuoma raised her hand and patted her lightly on the shoulder. Then she put on the hat too. The wide brim of the hat covered the whole face Help yourself. "

With that, she lay down and rested. It didn't explain the reason for telling the story, let alone the purpose of telling the story. It just said the whole thing and left it to Jomo to think about the rest.

"Well? You... "

Go to bed so early?

Joe was surprised.

She looked at the sky, and then at Tang BeiYao, the direction they left: the genius just turned dark, and no one else came back!

But she didn't call Zhuoma after all.

The surrounding area has been quiet, and the subordinates on both sides have finished their work and sat down to have a rest. After thinking about it, Qiao Mu finally got up and couldn't help going to the position where the wasteland was.

She is now

The mentality is a little different! She has an impulse to persuade Huang Liu!

"Hello She stood on the side of the barren stream.

It's a little far away from the fire. I can't feel the heat of any flame. The cold air from the outskirts swept through, and the place, together with the oncoming wind, was chilly.

"What's the matter?" Huang Liu sat in the same place and didn't move. His voice came stiffly. His head hung down and he didn't look at her again. Obviously, he also remembered the unhappiness between them.

Now he looks like a child who is in a temper

But he's not a child!

Moreover, Joe did not dare to treat him as a simple child!

"Cough..." Joe cleared his throat, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere. She tried to turn a blind eye to Huang Liu's sulking. "Zhuoma and I talked a lot just now, did you hear me?"He should know all about Zhuoma, right?

He and Zhuoma had different choices.

So when they met before, they would say "regret or not".

The waste stream sniffs lightly.

“…… I'm not the awakener. " He suddenly threw out a sentence, the posture of the body does not change, the hand action does not change, "no such ability." From such a long distance, his hearing was limited and impossible.

Jomo narrowed his lips.

"I want to talk to you." She can only change a way, take the initiative to express goodwill. In the other side is still motionless, she just asked, "do you want to press this stone all the time? What's the use of it? "

Is it important?

I'll stop now.

His palm moved away from the surface of the stone, and he seemed to laugh at himself. His voice was very shallow: "it's the best if it's useless."

"Yes?" Joe didn't understand.

As long as Huang Liu said something profound, she never understood it.

And this time, she can't think about it --

"say it." The waste current has continued to make a sound, following her just words to ask, "what do you want to talk about?"

"Just now Zhuoma told me about her past. In fact, it's also a good choice to give up an obsession and start over. After all, that kind of waiting, really... " Jomo's voice faltered. Suddenly, she couldn't bear to say "meaningless".

"What do you want to say?" Huang Liu asked.

Jomo hesitated for two seconds, and finally said: "I want to say that you are the same. You can start a new life. " Although she didn't know, what did Huangliu experience? But now, everything has changed, everything is new

Can't he see?

He may not have much memory of the person he was waiting for. Why insist on that obsession?

“…… But you're back. " After a long time, Huang Liu made a dull voice. He was a little unhappy. He finished this sentence like he was angry.

Jomo was speechless.

Look! Again

"Are you sure it's me?" She simply asked, "tell me, how much do you remember?"